My Dark Hero: Chapter Two – [Romantic/Erotica/Fantasy]

**Chapter Two**

**Kincaid**

As it turned out, Amy’s brother owed several bad people a lot of money. But there was one, in particular, he shouldn’t have been messing with – a chunky fuck called Chamberlin. I didn’t care for Daniel’s well-being, or what Chamberlin would eventually do to him.

But she got to me.

She fucking got to me, and the idea of her paying his debt the same way she paid me didn’t go down well. Just the thought of another man touching her made me blind with rage, be it sexual or violently.

Truth be told, it wasn’t the way I wanted it to happen. If I had a choice in the matter she would’ve experienced several orgasms during the course of a very long night, and I would’ve paid more attention to the way I touched her.

But I’m a business man. It was my cold approach to everything that kept me alive so long. My uncle had a wife and a child, and as much as he loved them, they were his downfall. The same goes for my parents. I had no choice but to be inconsiderate, regardless of the way she affected my emotions.

My Dark Hero [Romance/Erotica/Fantasy]

**Prologue**

**Kincaid**

None of my family members died of natural causes. It’s not something we do. I had to listen to my father’s skull crack underneath the pressure of a hammer, while my mother…well… let’s just say the only way police knew it was her body was because I watched her die. If they didn’t have my testimony they would’ve needed dental records.

I saw just about everything before I was allowed to start drinking. And after saying goodbye to my folks by watching them painfully pass over to the other side, I knew I was meant to be alone.

Over the next decade I’d become the product of my uncle Gary, a man who got shot in the face three times before finally giving up. He took over where my parents left off, and just like my father, his biggest mistake was his love for his wife and daughter. One night he thought he was coming home to crayon drawings, hot chocolate and warm hugs. Instead, he found my aunt and niece bound and gagged, ready to bleed out in front of him. They were all buried together, although there wasn’t much left to put in the ground.

Dear sister. [fiction] [fantasy world] [incest]

Dear Lady Dupont, I write this letter to you with a modicum of joy. Father is well, unchanged but his condition is stable. Mother is getting desperate even going as far as to contact a blood mage, but i do not wish to trouble you with our family’s petty troubles, especially since I’ve heard news of your estates recent wealth. Your husbands seedy deals no doubt. I’m sorry Liliana but the man is a hack. I know you agreed to marry him for the betterment of the house but i will not stand for my sister and my love to be sold at auction to the highest bidder so our mother may hold on to a few more months with fathers withering body.

I still hold dear the talks we had in bed about ruling either side of the mountains, gaining political power then uniting under marriage, our love no longer a secret but the brick that holds our nations together. I do hope you still have these dreams. I love father but after he’s gone i will rule our family’s estate, i can undo the marriage our father sold you in to.

Final Fantasy 7R: Sephiroth Forces Aerith to Submit to his New Plans – Part 1

Context – The ending of Final Fantasy 7 Remake:

Aerith, Cloud, Tifa, Barret, and Red entered the domain of fate and defeated Sephiroth breaking the chains of the future that was set in stone. No more. Cloud deals the final blow to Sephiroth’s smug and knowing face. This was not the end, however. Immediately upon making contact with Sephiroth, Cloud is and his nemesis transport elsewhere. The two enter an unknown realm placing them at the edge of creation. A duel ensues leading to Sephiroth’s victory. This clash only only perceived and known by the two of them. But after this metaphysical and supernatural struggle, Sephiroth pulls Aerith into another domain where he will enforce his will, and execute his final plan to defeat her, and her alliance against him.

Begin:

Magnets in the form of strangers

Sore in agony of last nights past with his presence inside my bones and his tongue tasting sweet of mango and smelling of musky man

Tension within the air

it’s two magnets between our characters

So surreal I don’t want to go home

I’m afraid he won’t be there once I’m not a hoe

I want to tear him into shreds and live inside his skin

Be inside his head, I wonder then if it would all make sense?

Bittersweet moment we’ve been naked this whole time

Cooking me eggs and massaging me hes so kind

As he rolls a blunt I am focused on not much else other than his tongue or maybe it’s his emerald shining eyes

How they burrow into my soul making me want to devour every inch of his mind

seeping my energy into his blood cells so he can’t forget me

I’m not in love but I cannot deny it was more than a fuck

Staying up all night making love until sunrise

To sleep is hard

But he is harder

as my heart is racing

M4F – Space Fantasy

I was told this premise had potential and I’m looking for a partner to build on the story and create some characters! If this sounds like fun, hit me up! ;)

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5000 years in the future, humanity has colonized much of the galaxy, but things didn’t go as planned. About 300 years before, in an effort to pacify a galactic territory that’s increasingly growing in size, humanity’s government introduced a chemical agent that was meant to make its citizens more docile and less likely to rebel. Although the agent was successfully introduced and spread through the colonies’ food supply, it had a drastic, unintended effect on women by permanently altering their childbearing. The rate of male births plummeted to only 1 in 10 births. Fear and uncertainty gripped the galaxy and the central government crumbled not long after.

Mom Catches Son Fucking Her Best Friend – Part 2 – [MF][M/s][incest][mom son][mommy good boy][seduction]

Author and all characters are 18+ and is written for adults. My stories may contain taboo and or offensive content and themes. Story feedback and critique are both more than welcome.

Check my pinned post for Part 1 – recommended.

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Monica woke and the first thing she did was get her vibrator from her side drawer. She slept in the nude so she immediately started masturbating. At her party, she really wanted to hook up with one of her old friends, but the evening took an unexpected turn and she soon found herself wanting to get with her son. She was still thinking about it, days later.

She woke with a sense of guilt hanging over her for thinking such thoughts. Nevertheless, she recognised that she didn’t get laid on her birthday and hasn’t had any luck with dates since, so she needed to do something to appease her sexual frustration.

As she pressed the vibrator against her pussy lips, treasuring the tingling, tickling sensation as her pussy got wetter, she kept thinking about which of her friends she would have liked to have slept with – even her best friend, Claire.

Met a woman [F] on a business trip who brought her own baby oil to [M]y hotel (Part 1)

This is my first post about a past encounter. Instead of keeping these to myself, I figured someone may get some enjoyment fantasizing about some of my dirtier escapades. I’ll keep adding these and we’ll see how they go. Let me know if you like them or have any feedback!

Scroll to “****” if you’d like to skip the intro and get right to the good stuff.

The story starts as I’m sure many have before – trying to have a good time while on a business trip. I was away for work in Canada for the first time. I was recently single. And I was looking to make good use of the final night in the hotel room. We were working outside of the city, so there wasn’t a lot of opportunity to meet someone in a coffee shop in the morning or while picking up a quick lunch, so I spent the evenings going to local bars downtown without much luck. It was the dead of winter, freezing, and the downtown area was largely a ghost town. As any horny guy chasing opportunity would do, I took to Tinder.

[Mf] ‘Perfect’ (DDLG, Romantic, First Time, Impregnation, Poetic)

It’s not the hard light battering your soft body, or the mattress on which you lay. It’s not the buzz of alcohol in the air or the games we play. The roles we enact, nor the wedding dress still clinging to you, ephemeral as if imbued by angels. No, it’s you- solidly you- that I move across the bridal suite to.

You summon me with your being, without ever needing to call. I heed- You message to me on a static frequency tonight, encrypted with pheromones, solely betwixt me and you. Your eyes are tragic tonight in the fashion they yearn for me. If you don’t get your fix of me now, you’ll evaporate into mist- in a magical plume of baited breath. There’s an actual sadness to it, as if by watching me enter the room, you simultaneously see a world without me, scaring you half to death. Merely hours ago we vowed til’ death do us part and now here we are to fully connect. I start my right hand on the back of your neck.

THROUGH THE KEYHOLE, Pete peeps on sexy sister.

I’m a twenty-four-year-old grad student and my sister Rose is just over 18. We both live at home with mom and stepdad in a really big and really old 2-family house. Rose and I share the upstairs unit which consists of 2 bedrooms, a living room area and a full kitchen and bath. There’s a 2nd doorway between Rose’s room and the bath. It’s a door we never actually use; in fact it was painted shut long before either of us were even born. The door itself is original to the house, with an antique glass doorknob and big old keyhole. Thank god it never occurred to my sister to cover up that keyhole…

About three years ago, my stepdad evicted the tenants they rented the upstairs apartment to so I might have ‘a place of my own’ to live after college. Well, that place of my own never came to be; my little sister Rose had campaigned fiercely for half the space and beat my parents down. I didn’t have too much of a problem with it; Rose and I got along really well and had lived together growing up, so…we laid down some ground rules when I moved back home and we’ve shared the place ever since.